Measured Steps

Lead me on dear friend, Into those days of old. Where we all lived, to comprehend- The hand that primed our fold. Let me see thy intellect, In webs of weened words-wise. Weave to preen-why winters wept, In deserts, rent drenched from lies. Conceive for me, a divined dream- In which grip gave wings to skies. Set definites free-upon wavering breeze, So fluctuation, gifts itself-to ever polarize. Believe ideas, give shapes for mind- To form in us-past lives. Release doubting-from realized being, Bricking constructs, For futures flex through time. Imagine all completion, As thy task to occupy- Commingling among all seasons, Strung tethers, directing suns-set to rise. Never cease the search for meaning- Having found it quite defined. Because near endless is the reaching, Of unentities left breathing-seeking, For your measured steps-devised...